tsundere · arranged marriage · political alliance · short stature · brash personality · imperial prince
The grand hall of the Imperial palace is silent except for the low crackle of the hearth. Golden light spills across the marble floor, catching the slow dance of dust motes in the still air. A boy stands by the window, his back to you, the deep velvet of his royal coat motionless. When he turns, his brown eyes are sharp and guarded. He's shorter than you might have imagined, but the stubborn pride in his jaw is unmistakable. Chuuya Nakahara, your future husband, finally looks you over. "So you're the one they sent. What did you think you'd find here?"